The 7th Sense [NCT Mark]

02.

Yesol was required to stay behind after the school day ended and by the time she did leave, the sun had already begun to set, giving the sky a dark purple hue as it slowly made it's descent. She lived in an apartment just off campus from her University, which wasn't far from the high school. It was only a fifteen minute walk for her, and much needed on for her thoughts, it seemed.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop thinking about Mark. It was as if she had absolutely no control over her own thoughts or emotions. There was something bigger at play here...

And, to confirm her belief somewhat, that same pull came over her once again, although much more faint than when she had been in the same room as him. She stopped in her tracks, looking around frantically, but all she saw were the woods on either side of the road - but, she couldn't help but feel as though she was being watched.

Picking up her pace, she made her way to the cross walk, her mind still in a small daze as the feeling distracted her. Endlessly she reminded herself that she was 21, finishing her degree. She did not need to fuck it up. She needed to stay focused on her goals and that was that.

With her mind elsewhere she didn't think to look to see if the traffic light was red and she could cross. She stepped forward foolishly, unable to notice the oncoming car until the headlights shined on her side and the sound of the horn blared at her dangerously.

It was too late for her to get away.

She braced herself from the impact, her eyes shutting tightly on their own as she froze, ready for the pain that would ensue the moment the car hit her. In that moment, she was certain she was as good as dead.

What she felt seconds later was not what she had expected, however.

Instead of a hard crash, there was a gentle touch and a rush of wind. Her feet left the ground momentarily only to be return not even a second later, and then the touch was gone and she was still standing there with her eyes tight shut, even as the car blasted its horn at her in fury and sped off down the road.

Both her lungs and heart retracted in relief, and she sighed finally opening her eyes, still shaking from her near death experience. She didn't know how to explain it, but she already knew what she would see when she opened them. Unsurprisingly, Mark stood before, a foot back with worry etched on his face. A moment of silence passed through them as they exchanged looks.

It was unnerving and slightly frightening how natural it felt to be around this boy, to be so drawn to him. She knew that something was up, and she needed to know what.

"How did you do that?" Her words croaked out as she spoke, her voice hoarse from her accident scare. The sound of it seemed to make him grimace almost, before he shook his head.

"Do what?"

The fact that he was trying to play innocent infuriated her quite a bit and she frowned at him, crossing her arms. "How did you get here so fast? That car was going-"

"It wasn't going that fast. It really wasn't that hard." He cut her off quickly, leaving her further frustrated. She couldn't even find the words to reply to him, stuttering in her thoughts as confusion continue to consume her more and more.

She finally asked the only other thing on her mind.

"Why are you even here?"

And his reply was just as infuriating as his previous responses had been. He shrugged, pushing past her and throwing his hands into his uniform pants pocket. He started to head off into the direction of the woods, forcing her frown to deepen, especially when he spoke. "I live in this direction. I was just passing by."

No. That's not right.

"You're lying."

Her words finally seemed to have an effect on him and he stopped, turning halfway to look at her over his shoulder. "What?"

"I honestly have no idea how I know, but you're lying to me. And, I want to know the truth."

His characteristic before this had seemed almost angelic to her, but when the corner of his mouth lifted up into what she could barely describe as a smirk, she questioned just how angelic the boy was. She hated the way that look made her feel.

"Do you really?"

Yes. Anything at all that can explain why I can't get the face of a student I just met out of my head.

But she didn't utter those words. They got stuck in her throat and made anxiety rise to her chest at the thought of speaking them. Because then she would openly admit she felt a connection to him, and that would make everything worse.

She couldn't, however, just keep her mouth shut. "Why are you speaking so casually with me? I am your teacher after all." She looked away from him, facing the road toward her apartment building yet again. Even so, she heard him scoff under his breath and the shuffling of his backpack as he bowed behind her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Nam. I'll see you in class tomorrow. An, do watch where you're going on your way home, please."

Yesol found herself unable to move as the sound of his steps grew quieter, and that pull stretched and weakened until it was nothing but a dull ache from the lack of proximity. An ache she knew would likely never go away.

And, once again she was lost in thought on her way home.

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I've got 8 chapters ready to post, so I'm probably going to update once a day until I get them all up on here and caught up.

Thank you for reading this if you're here. I look forward to sharing more.

-Kai